My hair is a mess
My attempted waxing was a disaster
It’s raining heavily outside
I have a assignment to do
The dryer did not dry my laundry
I’m dressed as a hobo
Game of Thrones is not available until tomorrow
…….But you know what? I’m happy!
It is a beautiful day, the rain has gone away, the sun is shining and the temperatures are perfect.
Yet, all I want to do is curl up in my blanket and sleep the hangover away. A fun night out in the city comes with sacrifices.
Earlier during my staying here in New Zealand, there were warnings all over the street and on TV about this horrible cyclone Lusi, which were on her way to Auckland. Expecting heavy rain and really strong wind, we stayed inside that night, watching a movie and eating popcorn. The wind was so strong that a camping chair nearly tipped over, and I’ve heard rumors about leafs falling of the trees. Not much of a storm, in other words.
This week, on the other hand, we were warned about a little rain, so remember to bring your jackets when you go outside. As I went for a jog through Domain Park yesterday morning, I almost tripped over broken branches and fallen trees. Did I just move to backwards-land?
Such beautiful animals.
(Source: koaachan, via pantherattp)
You know those days you wake up, sit down and just start waiting for the day to be over already? The weather is chilly, there is nothing special on your agenda, the tower of homework is on it’s way to become a skyscraper, and the only thing that seems to be claiming your time at the moment, is the waiting for something great to happen.
And that is indeed what I’m waiting for, and I know it’s happening very soon. This is why I hate making plans. Once I get excited about something that is going to happen, I forget to pay attention to what’s happening during the wait
Learning more about yourself can be a fun and exciting experience. We all love to read quotes, made-up example-situations, and general descriptions we can yell out “that’s what I always do/say!”. We are all sort of self-absorbed in that innocent kind of way.
After my first lection in one of my papers at AUT, Leadership, I was really excited about getting to learn so much about myself. At least, I thought I was learning something new about myself. Everybody enjoys hearing things as “fun, entertaining, strong, brave and wise”, because those are the descriptions you want to relate yourself to.
Now I understand that the first lecture was basically things I already knew, such as that I’m strong-willed, determined and optimistic. My true learning was yet to come.
The third week, we started to learn about our weaknesses, which is a bit more sensitive topic. I think most people are aware of their weaknesses, but we often suppress this kind of knowledge, in order to avoid having to do something about the problem. I have always had a short temper, a pride that refuses me to realize my mistakes, also affecting my actions in a negative way, and a revengeful way of thinking. I’ve always just considered it to be a part of my personality, not realizing they are actually weaknesses that damages my personality.
As dumb as it may sound, that actually opened up a whole new world to me, completely changing my way of thinking. Previously, I released a massive rage driven by anger and frustration the second I found myself in a situation I did not know how to handle. Now, I find myself thinking out a reaction, analyzing if the actions I’m planning is correct or influenced by anger, and actually trying to figure out the consequences due to my attempted reaction. By practising this, I’ve learned that most of my actions are influenced by self-centered reasons. It was not a pleasant discovery, but neither a surprise. Perhaps I always knew this, but decided to suppress this without even realising it.
Learning about yourself can be both a pleasant and a uncomfortable journey. No matter what the result might be, there is always knowledge to take wisdom from, and changing is never impossible as long as the goal is clear and sincere.
Yup, love this photo as well. Isn’t he adorable?
I absolutely love this photo of my beloved dog, Rex. The first thing I’m going to do when I get back home, is to order a proper frame and put this beauty on the wall. Brothers come in many shapes - some of them even got fur and four legs!
I decided to give myself a rest this weekend, and just recharge my batteries. It was sorely needed after several weeks with heavy drinking, studying, social events and exploring. It felt great to just relax in the park alone with Game of Thrones, or watch a movie with my roomie.
I woke up around 10(!!), washed some clothes, and went straight back to bed for a few more hours of sleep. 10 hours later, and I’m still exhausted. I really need to take more time to relax on a daily basis, so I don’t experience more of these total collapses. This is the third or fourth one during my staying.
I miss my buddy
The last two week I’ve felt like time is standing still. That was until i checked my calendar today, trying to memorise my travels for the semester break for the hundredth time. Semester break indicates that half of my staying here in New Zealand is over. 5 days left to semester break. 7 days until my boyfriend is here. 15 days until we are going to Bay of Islands. 76 days left until my semester is over. God-knows-how-many days until i’m going traveling around in Asia with my good friend and, some few weeks later, end up back home to Norway again. Maybe about time to order my flight back home? Not quite sure how to react to that.
This week, I’ve had my first almost-kinda sober week in New Zealand. I poured myself a glass of wine for dinner last night, really intending to only stick with that one glas. Somehow it kinda emptied itself. Oh well… Or, as I came to think of it, a winning-night at the local pub-quiz did end with a 1. price bar-tab at 50$. A few shots and some mugs of beer later, and I’m still sticking to my sober-week explanation. If you can’t fully remember it, it does not count!
I don’t understand how some people claim to love tigers, but still pay money to pet tiger cubs at restaurants or in the street. There is nothing cute about petting a drugged animal.
Joined the Imsdal Aktiv-program a couple of days ago. Running around in Auckland is an amazing way to discover all the beautiful things the city has to offer. Why not make it a workout with potential prizes as well? I’m convinced, and my motivation is sky high at the moment.